LIFE OF A DEFEATIST

LIFE OF A DEFEATIST

I didn’t understand simple things;
Dreams are made of glass,
While reality stings.

Whenever I dreamt of a better tomorrow
Life always gave me sorrow.
Light brought shadow with it,
While light was pale, shadow was bright.

Hatred and loneliness everywhere,
No respite, no care.
I lost my way
To be happy and gay.

What to give and what to share,
When life has given me nothing to spare.
While others have garden
Full of flowers of different colors and forms,
My courtyard
Is full of mud and thorns.

I didn’t understand simple things;
Dreams are made of glass,
While reality stings.